Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1417 The Shame of Ancient Dragon!
The next day, the others set out one after another to continue their mission of guiding the ancient dragon.

Feng Ying was carrying the sturdy backpack filled with fungal samples, with a conflicted look on her face.

I opened the backpack and took a look, trying to get used to the yellow and green things.

But the horrific scene in the specimen bottle and the pungent stench that came through the bottle cap made her unable to help but quickly close the backpack, and her face twitched like a dumpling.

"Alas--"

"Do a good job." An Xier patted her shoulder and said seriously: "Remember, implant the rotten flesh in small amounts and multiple times to ensure the efficiency of fungal infection.

A special ancient dragon is about to be born under your control, are you excited? Hehe."

After saying that, without giving Feng Ying a chance to get angry, he summoned a pterosaur, fired its grappling hook, and took off.

Feng Ying was grinding her teeth when she felt someone pulling at the corner of her clothes. She looked down and saw that it was indeed a mushroom.

"If Fengying doesn't like it, you can let us come, meow." Having grown up in the Miasma Valley with difficulty, it has long been accustomed to these things.

For it, there is almost no concept of "disgusting", only the distinction between "edible" and "inedible".

Feng Ying rubbed its head and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a little dirt, it's not like we haven't touched it before, just clean the protective gear when we come back.

Are you ready? Shall we go?"

"Meow!" Mushroom jumped onto her back and clung to her.

Feng Ying also blew the whistle and left the deck of the Blue Star on the Acid Pterosaur.

She first came to the East Camp and met with Amber who was hiding there. After checking her equipment and props for the last time, she rode on Amber and galloped towards the miasma zone.

With a clear goal in mind, they didn't take detours. With Amber's speed, in just a few dozen minutes, they arrived at the cave entrance that led underground and emitted a faint dark yellow miasma.

Feng Ying took out the miasma-resistant protective stone and put it on, and then put on the mask to filter out the miasma.

With the protection of the miasma-resistant stone, it's not really necessary to do this, but for the sake of my nose, I'll still wear it.
Mushroom had already put on masks for himself and Amber. After checking each other, they continued to move forward.

The destination is naturally the deep area of ​​the miasma zone where the Molten Mountain Dragon skull was discovered last time.

They galloped all the way, shook off the pursuit of a Carcharodon and a group of Dinobothrix, and safely entered the vicinity of the target area.

The next actions will require more caution.

Feng Ying put on an invisible suit, got down from Amber's back, put her hand on the handle of the weapon, and moved forward cautiously in the thick miasma.

But even after she passed through the miasma and came to the other end of the huge cave, she still couldn't find any trace of the Corpse Hazak.

"Huh?" Feng Ying tilted her head.

Missed it in the miasma? Didn't I find the Hazak, and the Hazak didn't find me?

That can't be possible. In an environment covered with miasma, the perception of the Hazak should be very sharp. There is no reason why it wouldn't have discovered me, right?

Or did you discover it but are too lazy to deal with it?

Mushroom poked Fengying's leg and reminded her quietly, "Could it be that the Angry Tyrannosaurus we lured here killed the Hazak or drove it away, meow?"

"Well, it may not be easy to kill it, but it should be possible to drive it away. Let's split up and look for traces."

One person, one cat and one dog separated.

Soon they made some discoveries.

Feng Ying found some claw marks and traces of a giant being dragged, which should have been left during the battle between the Corpse Hazak and the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Liefeng discovered a large pool of half-melted rotten meat with a pungent sour smell.

Mushroom took a look and said with certainty, "It was the rotten meat that was vomited out after being swallowed, and it was also stained with a lot of stomach acid.

It should be that the Devil Rex ate the meat from the Habitaur, thought it tasted bad, and vomited it out. "

"Even the Tyrannosaurus Rex thinks it's not tasty."

Feng Ying muttered to herself as she carefully moved to the puddle of stuff, took out a tiny bit of the sample with the tip of a peeling knife, and put it into the insect trap.

Soon, the guide insects responded and emitted a bright blue light.

This is the signal when the breath of the ancient dragon is extracted.

Feng Ying walked around the area again. After all, this cave was the lair of the Hazak, well... at least it used to be.

Soon she collected enough breath, and the blue guide insects flew out of the insect cage in groups, converging into a path of light in the misty miasma.

At the same time, there was another bright yellow light path that branched off and extended in another direction, which should be the direction where the angry Tyrannosaurus was.

"Yeah, it's best if we're not together!" Feng Ying nodded with satisfaction, turned over and rode on Amber, "Let's go!"

Along the way, Mushroom looked around, and when he passed by some corpses from time to time, he would ask to stop and check, as if he was deliberately confirming something.

Feng Ying asked Mushroom curiously, "What are you looking for?"

The mushroom nodded its little head. "Yes, meow. Mr. Ansel and his team speculated that the fungi in the miasma zone of the Demon Gathering Land might have been cleared away by the Dragon King in some way.

After all, fungi that feed on dead flesh are of no benefit to it, meow.

We confirmed on the way here that the distribution of fungi in the miasma zone of the Demon Gathering Land is indeed much less than that in the Miasma Valley.

As for the carrion-eating fungi, I have never seen them once, meow."

Feng Ying blinked. "So? What does this mean?"

It means you didn't listen carefully to what Mr. Ansell and the professor said.
Mushroom said helplessly: "If the carrion-eating fungus does not exist in the Gathering Demon Land, it means that the Corpse Hazak does not want to infect meow, but has no fungus to infect meow.

From this perspective, the probability of a Hazak being infected with the strain and becoming a Misty Hazak will greatly increase.

The above is almost what Mr. Ansel said. "

"I see. It's a good thing anyway, right?"

".It's a good thing, meow."

"That's it! Did you hear that, Amber? The chance of success is increasing dramatically, speed up!"

"Wang!"

Although smart, it is still a dog after all. Amber, whose mind is not that complicated, growled and accelerated.

They followed the path of light condensed by the guide insects at lightning speed.

Finally, after passing through a miasma-shrouded gorge, they found traces of the Hazak.

Compared to the last meeting a few days ago, the Hachus now looked a little disheveled, even miserable.

Much of the rotten flesh wrapped around his body had disappeared, and one could even see dark yellow bones under the torn skin.

Half of its tail was missing, one of its wings was broken and drooping limply, and one of its legs seemed to be injured as well, and it walked with a limp.

For an ancient dragon, this level of injury can be considered serious, but it will not be difficult to recover if it rests well for a few days.

But the most speechless thing was that there were several Carcharodontosaurus blocking its way.

Like a group of velociraptors surrounding a herbivorous dinosaur, they swarmed over, pounced on the Hazak and tore at the rotten flesh.

Feng Ying's mouth twitched violently.

Now we know where the missing rotten flesh of the corpse dragon went.
No? Although it is smaller than the one in the Miasma Valley, it is still an ancient dragon after all. Isn't it too miserable?

Use your invincible miasma to think of a solution!
"giyuaaaa!!"

The extremely angry Corpse Hazrat screamed, and gray-white miasma gushed out.

Those greedy and clever clawed dragons retreated immediately, kept their distance, lingered in the distance, and waited patiently for the miasma to dissipate.

Judging from their appearance, it is obvious that there is a clear difference between this miasma and ordinary miasma.

No wonder the Hachus couldn’t find a chance to recuperate. If it continues like this, would it really become prey to a group of Traumatoids?

"That's really unbecoming!"

Feng Ying jumped off Amber and strode towards the Hazak that was growling warily.

(End of this chapter)